As we drove to our location, we got stopped at a couple of lights, which gave us time for a little small talk.He had posted that he was looking for a ...low-n-go, which was what first caught my attention. Although his original posting didn't have pics, he sent me a couple in a subsequent email. If the pics were really his, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed!"So," he said as we sat idling at the light, "You said in one of your first emails that you swallow. That's cool. My wife never sucks my cock. She told me I should expect you and your friends at the soup kitchen at nine tomorrow morning." What?" I'm the volunteer lay coordinator for the outreach program."Derek marveled. "I guess you really are a good person," he laughed."I try to be. Well you'll see me and my Harmonica there at nine sharp." You play the harmonica?"The stranger laughed, "In a manner of speaking." Hey baby. What kept you?" grinned Sandy, noting that there were only fifteen minutes of lunch left."Just talking to an old. I tried but could not remember how, or why it was there. I was a little surprised that I knew what it was at all.I called Wilma at home, while I had breakfast at the lake. I had a biscuit and coffee while I sat on the balcony watching the sailboats. The biscuit was very good. I realized that I had been on the patio watching the boats, during breakfast many times. I had just remembered it, so I was enjoying the food, the coffee and some of the memories.I took a break long enough to make the. I bit back the moan that so desperately wanted to escape and I couldn’t look away from you. We made charged eye contact the rest of the night, but nothing happened. Oh, how I wanted to take you right then and there. I’m jerked back to the present when I feel two fingers inside me again in addition to your tongue and your beard rubbing against my clit. It’s all I can do not to shove my pussy into your face. (I do it anyway, and you don’t seem to mind.) “Fuck me." It’s not a request. You see it.